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Wired for War

Prane walked out of his room onto his balcony and peered down below.
The size of his town seemed so small from where he was, all like he could crush them under his sole.

He took a breath.

What a day this had been.

He gained a friend, he lost a friend.

But it was all okay, because now, everything was in order.

The model child was safe from his enemies, Sam had finally been removed from the castle, the towns people seemed to finally give up on the rumors.

He took the crown off his head and stared through it.

He had never imagined things ever going this way.

For him to be ruling alongside his best friend, “The Leaders of the Dark Statics.” The title made him miss his mentor.

However, there is no dwelling on the past. He placed the crown back on his head and stood tall.

He walked out of his room and down past the stairs, he could hear the screeching of those trapped.

They called to him, mocked him, tortured him…

It was always the same…

“Such a boy is far too young to be leading, Noise was much more fit!”

“Noise will always be a better leader than you could ever be!”

“Its only a matter of time before you are taken as well, Prane…”

He walked past, ignoring the voices.

Once Prane finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, he noticed Alpha waving at him.

“Good morning sir! How did you sleep?”

“I didn't… Too much is going on. Ugh! Still thinking about yesterday…”

“Still thinking about Sam, sir…? Forget about him, sir, just a worm to you, sir!”

“No, Alpha, he was a real thing, not one of my subjects. He didn't deserve what he got. Just… make sure that never happens again… Please.”

“... Shall I let Beta know?”

“I suppose… You know where I will be.”

Alpha nodded and walked past Prane up the stairs.

Prane sighed before walking down to the dungeon.

He walked past all the cells, except one.

“Hi Ravage…”

The short doll looked up at him.

Prane held his hands behind his back. His expression was soft yet cold.

“Ready to talk now?”

“Suck it, false king! Give me back Reyes!”

He growled. “Fine… Be that way, lets try another week down here…”

Prane gave her a frown before walking back up.

He could hear her call out as he left, “He isn't yours!”

He rubbed his face and sighed.

Prane made it back up the steps and walked to his throne room.

When he walked in, he saw Sylvester, his royal knight, waiting for him.

“Hello, Sylvester. Any good news for me this morning?”

“ ‘Friad not. We ran out of any “normal” food we had yesterday.”

“I- Okay, how is he?”

“Hes okay, he seems a little sad right now.”